this handsome man that every girl fell in love in Nod-Krai. Kyryll Chudomirovich Flins.

but you know what’s even more interesting?

he is your man. somehow, you’ve got the most ideal person in the whole Teyvat.

and to this day you’re still wondering on how you got him. it’s almost unbelievable. it makes you wanna smooch his fave so many times to check if he’s actually real.

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as we all know, a lightkeeper of Nod-Krai, lone guardian of the lighthouse and graveyard on the Final Night Cemetery. Though appearing enigmatic and cold, he is a cultured and courtly gentleman, and one of the last of the Snowland Fae still in Nod-Krai.

but instead of being at the graveyard and at the lighthouse, he was here. in the bed. sprawled like a big starfish. snoring even louder than a hippo.

it was around two in the morning as you suddenly felt thirsty. but the escape towards the kitchen seems a bit too impossible.

his arm draped over your waist, holding onto it like it’s his lifeline.

but you turn everything into possible. somehow, you’ve managed to replace yourself with a huge pillow which was still warm and smells like you. silently, you tip-toed towards the kitchen, not even bothering to turn on the lights as you grabbed the nearest glass and filled it with water from the sink.

as you started to bring it closer to your mouth, suddenly there were those yellow, hazily eyes standing the doorway.

“come back to bed.” flins murmured slightly, his voice was raspy, yet soft.

let’s not mention on how handsome he looked when his dark sweatpants hung low on his hips, and the fact that he wore nothing but those. and his hair? god, so messy. it suited him..